synthwave tune using some of my presets in Xfer Serum. I sampled a lot of vintage gear including: DX21, DX7, and the classic Roland Juno-106

Roman Sunset

using some of my serum presets to make synthwave sounds

stardust

"Do you long for having your heart interlinked? Interlinked."

CELLS INTERLINKED

there's a hundred-thousand streets in this city, you don't need to know the route.

DRIVE ON SUNSET

DIGITAL LONELINESS

“I swear I couldn’t love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow.” – Leo Christopher

TRUE ROMANCE

David: Do you want advice, Luke?
Luke Peterson: Sure.
David: Never let anyone pick on you.
David: Otherwise, you'll carry it with you the rest of your life.

THE GUEST

Joi: You liked her I could tell. It's ok, she's real. I want to be real for you.

'K': You are real for me.

SHE'S REAL

suncoast

For my daughter, happy birthday, Kristina!

Kristina

SILVER BEACH

neon sunset

Krissy 2007-2024

In loving memory of my loyal companion. Always in the studio with me

Your paw prints will forever be imprinted on my heart. Rest in peace, dear friend. 🐾❤️

KRISSY'S SONG

YOUR HEART DIES [WHEN YOU GROW UP]

Digital Paradise

summertime vibes

📼🎶📺

https://youtu.be/PM018wampnA?si=vsOBm8WZeZEm8VeX

NEON NOSTALGIA

Close your eyes and feel the cool breeze of the Pacific Ocean with every beat. Let this track transport you to a sun-soaked paradise, where the vibes of summer never end. Perfect for enjoying the weather and cruising along the coast. 

hermosa beach

With each beat, you feel the carefree spirit of summer enveloping you, creating a moment frozen in time - a perfect blend of nostalgia and love amidst the picturesque backdrop of the sun-kissed shore. 

endless summer

ending my summer with echos of a DX7 and the cool wind through the neon sunset

pixel palm trees

You know, it's funny... you come to someplace new, an'... and everything looks just the same.

Strangers In Paradise

Story by B. Hursell

If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry. Proto-Alpha-One.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-Em.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Busted limbs and oiled urns. Good night, Julie Bath.
Theta and Delta, Ominous under sheets of rain, Ominous, sometimes on horseback Carrying
spears, garlands of tendons, Or plans and blueprints, Or poison daggers, tainted water, And the
blue halos of diner glass, Puddings and wreathes of extraterrestrial flowers. Kissing in
moonlight, in paper funerals And electric streets and dives. Oils burn blue and green Under
sheets of holy skin, virgin skin.
He was a protege of Freud, But before that, He attended Seminary School With the I-5 Killer,
And everyone he encountered Contracted a touch of paranoia, And wept blood from their
Microbond Ports.
She wept slow tears for the jittery, miniature, Shackled Corpse in the attic. Her coffee was
glowing With the beating wings of the holy legions And the nuclear throat of heaven’s chorus.
She mourned her husband.
Tunica intima.
Tunica media.
Tunica externa.
Shirley oiled herself for war. Televisions had gone silent, But not the one in her dreams,
Ancient, electric fire- And on their backs, On their ankles and breasts, A vision in the shape of a
human…dressing quiet in the other room, Careful not to wake the troops. Thirsty for the
ambush. Long stemmed, cruel vines Crept along every edge Of every raging mass Of tissue in
her body. Rejoice!! On microscopic levels, Adrift in the tides of her warm Pink blood: Lay
Legions. Spurting the blessed. His feet, calves, and knees moved Ahead of the rest of his body.
He had already grabbed the keys. They were on the move now. He had taken everything they
needed, Dressed in rare fabrics, They did everything they could to become…free of it. They did
everything they could To ignore their appetite for carrion.
She creamed her regurgitations With oil paints and sage leaves. Preparing for the grand
ceremony, Muscles lean and tight mind. Monkery of flora, sunbursts, And nuclear baths.
Valentina- Cage of the Beast.
Shout The morning Bells of capillaries Circuitry of shrines And nude demons.

Saplings that blanket Flesh Faithful Gorged with the sweat and promises Of legions, of codes.
Oh, holy torture Riding on horseback.
Peddlers of infamy Go into the crowded streets, The markets, And collect the cemetery dust
From their pockets and their palms And their cuffs.
Spidery branches moan In autumn wind. Cakes of intestines at her doorstep. Bacterium in the
honey A drowsy guardsmen With lanterns and bells.
Streamers of blood Seasons of robotic afterbirth Orange glow of burnt sashes wrapped around
her ribs.
The orchestra warms it’s chilly breath And mutters Lap dogs And turning knots of scars.
She made a speech before coming to rest, The installation of the corpse queen. Feast, oh
children of the sea On the coming of death And the serpents of despair.
I lay sheets of woven grass On my lap And wait for the morning hunting party.
Steel jaws rejoice The end has come And I have designed for you Healthy catacombs.
Dinner plates, tablecloths, chains, and tea sets. Antiquarian lust, bookends, electric chairs, and
horsehair Fog and fire.
For twelve days and nights, I can tell you about it, I spent time roaming the halls And devouring
its offerings.
(For each day, there were three sunrises and three sunsets, three moonrises and three
moonsets).
We had sweet coffee and moonshine And we smoked
And I talked to Hugo for hours.
He had plans.
He wanted to make a machine to feed things to. He had briefcase after briefcase of drawings
and ideas He wanted to know how to make guts without flesh I told him I had no idea but I
would look into it What else could I say?
He wasn’t the only strange character that I encountered As I investigated This palace, All of it,
is beyond time and space.

TUNICA EXTERNA (Story by B. Hursell)

AI IS TAKING OVER!

Louout - Walking Alone [MATTHEW CASSETTE REMIX]

'K': I have memories, but they're not real. They're just implants.

MEMORIES (hologram)

your movie flopped at the box office, you'll have a second chance with vhs.

and now.. on with the show!

second life on vhs

As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, casting warm hues of orange and pink across the sky, I slid behind the wheel of my Oldsmobile Cutlass—a classic treasure that had seen more than a few summers. The soft rumble of the engine warmed my heart, and as I shifted into drive, the world outside came alive with the sounds of the city.

Cruising down Lakeshore Drive, the air was electric with the scent of the nearby lake, mingling with the sweet echoes of music streaming from the radio. I rolled down the windows, feeling the cool breeze rush through the cabin, playful strands of hair dancing in the wind as I soaked in the moment. To my right, the shimmering Lake Michigan sparkled, its waves kissing the shoreline under the golden light of the late afternoon sun.

The cityscape loomed to my left, a kaleidoscope of skyscrapers and icons. The Willis Tower stood tall and proud, a familiar guardian watching over the bustling metropolis. There was something magical about this drive—the juxtaposition of the vast, open lake and the vibrant, invigorating energy of Chicago. I felt a sense of freedom, as if each mile erased the worries of the week.

As I navigated the curves, I decided to take a detour and pull off the drive, the call of the lakefront too tempting to resist. I parked the Cutlass along a path shaded by graceful trees, and as I stepped out, I was enveloped by the serene sounds of nature mixed with the distant laughter of others enjoying the evening.

Making my way to the water’s edge, I settled onto a weathered bench, the old wood creaking beneath me. I took a deep breath, inhaling the romantic scent of the lake, and letting my gaze drift to the horizon. 

The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the clouds with vibrant strokes of purple, peach, and saffron. Each moment felt like a brushstroke on the canvas of the evening, a spectacle that reminded me of the beauty in life’s simplest pleasures.

As the sun continued its sink, glistening splashes of color danced on the surface of the water, and I couldn’t help but smile. A distant sailboat glided across the lake, its sails catching the last remnants of daylight. People strolled along the path, some hand-in-hand, others lost in their thoughts, all of us momentarily united by the breathtaking view.

Time seemed to slip away as I reveled in this tranquil escape. The Oldsmobile Cutlass—my trusted companion—sat just a few steps away, but for now, all I needed was this moment. The vibrant city, the gentle lapping of waves, and the spectacular sunset merged into a perfect tableau, illuminating the beauty of summer in Chicago.

As the day transformed into night and the first stars began to twinkle above, I stood, feeling rejuvenated. I walked back to my car, heart full, ready to continue the ride, knowing that sometimes the best journeys are the ones taken off the beaten path, where nature and the city collide in perfect harmony. With a final glance at the horizon, I climbed back into my Oldsmobile, embraced by the nostalgia of the open road and the promise of more adventures to come.

CHICAGO SKYLINES

For my wife and our incredible time in Italy

TRIP TO ROME [OUT NOW ON ALL PLATFORMS]

Lyrics:
We took a trip out to Rome, Italy
 Came back with more than just you and me
 Maybe it was the sunshine or the red wine
 Or the history in our eyes
 But I’ll always be grateful for the city 
We took a trip out to Rome, Italy
We took a trip out to Rome, Italy

01/10/2025

TRIP TO ROME (OUT NOW ON BANDCAMP!)

outrun retrowave with epic guitar riffs

synth presets from: https://sound7.com/products/serum-synthwavetable-vol-one?_pos=1&_sid=169cfbab2&_ss=r



Overdrive

OVERDRIVE

As raindrops softly fall, you find yourself gazing into the distance, lost in thought. The melancholic notes of a saxophone echo around you, intertwining with nostalgic synth melodies. In this moment of solitude, a deep sense of sorrow washes over you, yet a comforting realization emerges: even in your loneliest times, you're never alone. The music wraps around you, a reminder that connection lingers in the heart, guiding you through the rain.


made using: Serum - Synthwavetable Vol. 1


https://sound7.com/products/serum-synthwavetable-vol-one?_pos=1&_sid=169cfbab2&_ss=r

NEVER ALONE

🎶 Music Producer
​🔊 Sample Pack & Synth Preset Designer
🎹 Synthwave | 80s Retrowave | Electronic Music

Thanks for your support.

📍Chicago | Northwest Indiana
📧 matthewcassettemusic@gmail.com

MATTHEW CASSETTE

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